Six-Sentence Sunday (November 11, 2012)

Another taster from my toils of the last week from the Medieval story I’m trying to finish up… No title yet! (Titles are hard, folks.):

Talus looked over at her, unable to shake his frustration at her rejection of him and also frustrated by how beautiful she was in that dress! All her life, he’d known her, and she’d never looked like that–she was a boy with woman’s hair before, one he could never lust for in a thousand years. Now that he had agreed to marry her cousin’s niece, she had decided to push those breasts up where he could see them and finally wore a dress that would show off those luscious hips!

He used to imagine taking Gwendolyn whimpering as he took her roughly from behind, and he wouldn’t care if she enjoyed it because she was so wicked out of the bedchamber… But now he looked at Wenda and wondered if he had made a poor choice, because right now Wenda looked like a temptress that he could take like an animal from behind, and she would merely turn her head back to him and cry, “More!”